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BETRAYAL
Ah, Love, you've done me in again.
You sauntered, in your beauteous guise,
into my life and mind and heart,
and wove your web of golden lies.
You promised days of sparkling sun
and nights romantic filled with love;
with candied hearts and roses red
and golden moon and stars above.
Your silken words did lure me on
down flowered paths and moonlit night;
I gladly followed where you led
with wild abandoned heart so light.
And when you tired of loving eyes
and tender heart, you smiled and left!
Leaving behind a broken heart,
a mind and soul and life bereft.
So now I wander lonely trails
where once we frolicked hand in hand,
thinking it would last forever!
Ah love, you broke my heart again.
© Joyce P. Hale
EVENING
Twilight settles gently as the evening gathers near,
the beauty of the rainbow of the setting sun grows dim.
The stars that are the beacons to my wandering heart appear
and the eye of night climbs high above for darktime's interim.
The night sounds chatter quietly below the trees and sky
while heavenly angels echo soft the notes of Godly hymn.
Each shining star that shimmers bright upon that black facade
is signatory to a love held deep within my soul;
some gone before to light the way, some here to comfort still,
but each one part of what has made my life so happily whole.
And so as twilight wraps around the day and warms the night,
it softly speaks to me of days to come, and joy untold.
© Joyce P. Hale
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LOVE LOST
Ah, dastardly Life, to taunt me so, to dangle paradise so near,
to gift a glimpse of passion's glow then cause the Muse to disappear.
You opened wide the drapes of hope and let me gaze on misty dreams,
you took my hand and led me through the corridors where love-lust gleams.
I felt the soft caress of breath that out to shadowed hearts beseech,
and lips that spoke of sensual love, but all were just beyond my reach.
I saw your eyes entreat my own to follow you and world be damned;
but as I strained my fingertips to touch you, destiny began
to build a wall of haze and stone, to swirl the darkness into time.
He built a fence of pales and space so high and deep, I could not climb.
And so, the sun and moon still shine, the roses bloom and waters run deep;
but Life has placed beyond my grasp eternity's balm my soul did seek.
© Joyce P. Hale
Yesterday, a lifetime past,
the minutes fly, the hours don't last.
Yester-morn, we loved and laughed,
the sun gazed on and thought us daft.
My fingers stroked your glistening hair,
your kiss caressed with intimate care.
We knew our joy would never end;
we knew not what the Fates would send.
Just yester-noon, our steps were light,
our hearts were gay, the future bright.
My lips did brush your cheek to tease,
our eyes saw all a lover sees.
Your gentle touch upon my skin
my mind and heart, and soul did win.
And yester-eve the stars peered down
to revel in the joy we've found.
The angels clapped their hands with glee
in happiness for you and me.
The gentle breeze stirred branches green
to tell the world of the love he'd seen.
Ah, yester-moon, we lay in love;
we raptured 'neath the sky above;
your hands so gentle, soft and warm,
our passion bore us through to morn.
And as the sun awoke the sky,
we felt our yester-hours fly.
Yesteryear, our memory's store,
to all the joy our lifethreads wore.
© Joyce P. Hale
As I was strolling on the sand
along the beach with idle gait,
the seagulls chanting their song to all,
trying to heal my life's heartache...
I felt the breeze that whispered by
as it left a message in its wake -
I felt an overwhelming urge to
search the shore where the seawaves break.
I turned and scanned the prancing foam,
and there to my concern and delight,
I spied a messenger of fate -
I saw a bottle glistening bright....
dancing atop the roaring waves,
it seemed some fairy's oversight.
Yet even as I watched entranced
this omen did at my feet alight!
I reached and touched it gingerly,
a little in awe of its journey bizarre;
then pulled the cork and gazed inside
to see if it held a note from afar.
Inside was a message from the fates
to any and all who would take it to heart,
"Look to the heavens, walk close to God,
and never give up in your reach for your star."
© Joyce P. Hale
The picture at the top of the page is of a red spotted purple butterfly
Copyright © 1998 through 2008 Joyce Petrosky-Hale.
on our front stoop one summer.
The middle photo of the swans was taken in Old Town, Nevada.
The last photo was taken by my son, Marc, in September 2000,
a beautiful tiger swallowtail.
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